Wedding Planning Woes
By the time you read this blog, I will be happily beyond the wedding planning process and enjoying my honeymoon. But since Matt is nice (and allowing us to basically take the entire month of December off) I am writing this blog a month in advance, meaning I am in the very scary abyss that is the final three weeks of planning a wedding.
This is my hell.
And I’m an event planner and graphic designer PROFESSIONALLY. This stuff is my bread and butter. How do the engineers have weddings? What about the surgeons?! You’re telling me they save lives all day and then come home and plan a wedding? I cannot imagine.
I knew that planning a wedding would be a lot of work. Especially right at the end when all of the little details just start piling up but…
How can there possibly be this many decisions that need to be made?!
Live look at my brain circa 11-14-25
I’m playing middle man between our venue, photographer, florist, caterer, family, friends. I don’t think I can possibly answer one more question.
We made our seating chart earlier this week. Something I had been dreading from the start of this entire process. I went through and grouped everyone on my side. Our tables seat a maximum of 10. I had multiple groups of 11.
How does that happen?!
I was so upset. Sticky notes with names on them were strewn all over the floor.
Joe comes upstairs and says “wow all of my people split up perfectly!” COOL.
Today’s task from hell is the DJ questionnaire. I know good music when I hear it but do I know what song should play while we cut our cake? NO! Is this a thing that people actually consider and have an opinion on? We have to decide what we want to play during multiple moments throughout the day. I cannot make another decision. My brain feels like mush.
There’s also the physical/beauty preparation that goes into being the bride. Multiple dress fittings. Hair and makeup trials. Barre workouts five times a week. 10,000 steps on the weekends. Nail appointments. Tanning packages. Teeth whitening strips. Veil. Shoes. Jewelry. Accessories. I’m honestly looking forward to getting back to the regularly scheduled winter uglies come January.
I have no concept of what sounds “expensive” at this point. Anything under $500 kinda feels like a bargain? Never in my life have I had this feeling of just hemorrhaging money. For months straight. I keep telling Joe “I can’t wait to stop having to buy things”. Every time I think I’ve got everything purchased, another thing pops into my head.
On top of all of that, I’m supposed to be writing vows too. This level of stress does not lend itself to crafting romantic declarations!
Will this all be worth it?
I’m sure at 11:30 PM on December 5, when I’m married to my best friend, I will say it was worth every single second.
See you in 2026 as a Mrs! Hopefully I can stop working.